J. McNab - The eager stepmother

Robin lifted the firm young tits and squeezed them gently, now that Donna had turned and was facing her. "It's not dirty it's very exciting, mind you, for both you and the boy. And of course you don't do it to anyone unless you really like him, or, in your case tonight, you could have done it to unexcite him, if you know what I mean."

Donna nodded thoughtfully. Her tits were like blazing torches, the constant brushing of her vibrant young nipples almost driving her insane. "Do you… well… do you suck Daddy's cock, Robin?"

Robin looked at the girl, startled. It was one thing listening to Donna's sexy confession, but she wasn't sure she wanted to do her share of confessing. She lifted and kneaded the excited tits, their exquisite softness bringing a screaming urge into her own tits so that the fully ripened nipples appeared to burst through the gauzy material of her nightie. She took a deep breath. "Yes, Donna," she said softly, as if explaining how she did her housework. "Sometimes I do, and we enjoy it very much." She watched the smoldering look in the girl's eyes and she leaned forward to brush her lips against Donna's mouth. "It is much more difficult with a fully matured man, of course. It's something you learn from experience."

Donna stared almost blankly into Robin's eyes. She was trying to imagine how big her father's cock would be. That was obviously what Robin meant when she said it was more difficult with a fully matured man. She'd read somewhere that the average cock was about eight inches long, and she wondered if her father's was better than average, or smaller. He was six feet, she reasoned through the turmoil in her mind as Robin continued to tease her tits in the most devastating way possible, so he must have at least an eight-inch cock and possibly much bigger. She shivered ecstatically and moved her mouth to Robin's once more.

This time when they broke away, Robin said, "And then what happened tonight? When Derek became so excited?"

"Well, he wanted to fuck, and I guess so did I."

"This was inside the car, was it?"

"Oh, yes. It had to be the front seat, too. Derek's car doesn't have a back seat."

"That's too bad." She was trying to visualize the twisting arms and legs as each of the teenagers tried to get a better feel. It brought back memories of similar experiences of her own, although she'd never gotten fucked in the front seat and she could imagine the frustration.

"Anyway, I finished up with my head against the door and my hand on the steering column. I couldn't seem to get my leg out of the way, and Derek was wild by then." She looked down to where her navel was just showing above her rumpled dress. "I actually think he came on my stomach." She ran her hand down and inside her dress. "I think he did," she went on almost dreamily, "he was spurting and cursing while he tried to stretch out on top."

Robin stopped fondling the swollen young tits. "Stand up for a moment, darling, and we'll have a look." She waited until Donna was standing alongside her. Then she pried the dress and the girl's bikini-styled panties over the shapely hips and down to the teenager's feet, watching as Donna stepped out of them. She ran her hand flatly over the soft round belly before edging it over the thin crop of luscious black pussy hair. Donna parted her thighs as her stepmother's fingers moved into the warm, moist heat of her beautiful crotch. "Beautiful," whispered Robin, her own excitement reaching new heights as the exquisite softness of the girl's skin was transmitted through her fingertips.

Donna could no longer control her taut raw nerves. She clenched her fists and put back her head, the long black hair cascading down the length of her back to where her firmly rounded ass started its outward curve and was divided into the twin cheeks. "God, Robin, you're driving me crazy!"

Robin was too busy running her finger just inside the clinging little slit from which was oozing a dribble of juice. She presumed it was juice the boy had aroused in his attempt to enter the girl's beautiful cunt. "Did it feel like this when he fucked?" she asked, keeping her voice soft so as not to put the teenager off. She moved her finger in and out of Donna's hole to the first knuckle.

But Donna's body was already reduced to an uncontrollable mass of quivering flesh. She flipped her hips and managed to get another inch of the teasing finger inside her cunt. "God, yes! Like that." She worked her hips as Robin merely held her forefinger in place, so that the hot little cuntlips were constantly grasping at an inch of the stubborn prod.

Now Robin could no longer stand the waiting either. "Let's move to the bed," she suggested, standing up and putting an arm around Donna's slim waist.

When the beautiful teenager was stretched out before her, Robin climbed up and half knelt alongside the perfect body. She molded both hands over the towering young tits with their dusky tipped nipples already fully blossomed. "How's that?" she asked softly, the exquisite smoothness of the straining tits bringing a mini-orgasm to burst in her own cunt. Joan Allingham and she often massaged each other during an afternoon when there was nothing else to do.

"Marvelous," groaned Donna, unable to believe such fantastic feelings could ever be endured. She shivered momentarily as her stepmother ran one hand down over the plane of her belly, combing with her fingernails through the lush triangle of pussy hair. Then with a cry she parted her legs, welcoming the way the marvelous fingers gathered around her pulsing cuntlips and tugged and pulled on them gently so that she was almost out of her mind. "Yes. Oh, God… yes." Again that prong was inside her hole, teasing and stroking and never quite satisfying her.

"I think he probably only got in this far," whispered Robin, her eyes taking in the fascinating way Donna's hips gave that querulous little flip each time she inserted her finger. The teenager's clit was springing like a jumping bean each time her finger brushed it to and fro.

"Yes… yes… like that."

"And I don't think he satisfied you."

"God! It was nothing like this, believe me."

Neither were aware of Steve's approach until he was standing by the bed.

"Steve!" gasped Robin, startled at the sight of the young boy as he stood, fascinated with the scene unfolding before him. "How long have you been here?" She moved her hand from Donna's cunt, but for some reason kept on massaging the upthrust tits.

"I couldn't sleep and I heard you talking." His eyes were glued to his sister's towering tits.

Donna appeared to be in too much of a daze to notice or realize what was happening. Her entire body was shaking under the persistent squeezing of her tits, and her head was flailing from side to side, her hair hopelessly tangled and crisscrossing her face. "Oh, God!" she gasped, aware now that her younger brother's presence was somehow adding to her total collapse.

Robin watched the boy's eyes as they took in the shapely body of his sister. "Would you like to help?" she asked quietly, noting the sudden flickers across his eyes. She lifted one hand and reached for his, bringing it back and placing it on the pyramid of excited tit and closing the boy's fingers around the thrusting cone. "Isn't that nice?" she murmured as Donna groaned out loud and started gasping for air. "I bet that's making you excited."

The boy gave a soft whimper as his fingers sank into the firm but yielding flesh. He was dimly aware that Robin was moving her free hand to the front of his pajamas, and then the excruciating warmth and excitement of her fingers on his cock sent wild streaks of lust coursing all through his loins.

"Jeez!" he croaked, bringing up his other hand and running it over Donna's quivering belly. "Oh, yes, p-please," he stammered as Robin obligingly moved her other hand so that now he had both of the towering tits to play with.